An Excerpt from Naughty Nine

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!
Here is a brief teaser excerpt from my CAPA nominated erotic anthology, Naughty Nine. Have you ever dreamed of a lover you lost? Are you brave enough to go back and search for him? What if he was still there--waiting for you? What if he was far more than he seemed to be that first time you met? Luciano is passionate paranormal love story perfect for Valentine's Day!

Luciano


Excerpt:

A man stood in the shadows, tall and mysterious. Black hair framed his face, a face she could never forget. She blinked to be sure. He took a step toward her, his eyes reflecting the same wonder that flooded her heart.

“American?” he asked, his full lips curling with a knowing smile. This was how it began, only now, he knew the answer.

“Still.” She wanted to run to him, to throw her arms around his shoulders and cling there, lost and found and fulfilled all at once. Instead, she remained frozen.

“It’s been a long time, Audrey. Care to dance?” He moved with the grace only a predator possesses. Muscles rippled and tensed beneath the thin cotton shirt he wore. Blue jeans hugged his hips. He appeared exactly as she remembered him, her gaze rising to his face to be certain. The torchlight danced in his deep brown eyes. Long ago, she’d lost herself there and never wanted to return.

“I will, if you agree to one thing.” She swallowed her desire and promised herself not to give in too much. Bad enough he really showed up, that she’d finally found the one man that stirred up fire in her body she couldn’t find anywhere else. She’d spent so much time glancing over her shoulder or staring at men that sparked a memory, hoping it would be him. It never was, until now.

Luciano took her hands, his fingers warmer than she remembered. He leaned in to deliver a kiss to her cheek. His lips seared her skin. He pulled back only to move to the other side, searing the opposite cheek in the same way. How she wanted those lips on hers. “Name it.”

“Don’t let me wake up alone in the morning.” She squeezed his large hands, hoping he’d agree. It was a small thing to ask after what had happened last time.